Rara Avis

January and the kindred spirit Can the heart stay mute? Can the house hide no word? How I loved those cold mornings when you light up my world. See how strange are our birthdays and how we can't find the line. Shard of a bliss is in your embrace when all your charm is just mine. We're the hunting ground for the reaper Don't allow him to throw us deeper We're the hunting ground for the reaper Don't allow him to throw us deeper Can the heart stay mute? Can the house hide no word? How I loved those cold mornings when you light up my world.